So to update, I am ovulating (got a happy face on my Clear Blue Easy test) but things are stressful in the House of McCoy. I have a relative pleading guilty in federal court this week to a pretty bad crime. I made the colossal mistake of reading NY Mag’s piece on global warming yesterday. I drank a lot this weekend when relatives were visiting and was 90% sure I wasn’t with child, but the 10% chance would’ve maybe spelled disaster.

Switching from one antidepressant to another right now. I’m also not sleeping and haven’t been since November. The OB/GYN prescribed Ambien first (fail - 4 hours of sleep, then a sudden awakening), now Ativan. We’ll see how that goes. My anxiety and depression have been precarious since first diagnoses in my teens. I don’t think they’re heritable as they seem to have been caused by my father’s unexpected death at the time, but they’re damn sure hard to manage as an adult.

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I’m going to confess I could be doing more to really try. Is that okay? Can I continue to be ambivalent? How are moms in this amazing community coping with the threats kids face under Trump?